Poems begining by S
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Sleep Now, O Sleep Now
© James Joyce
Sleep now, O sleep now,
O you unquiet heart!
A voice crying "Sleep now"
Is heard in my heart.
Simples
© James Joyce
Of cool sweet dew and radiance mild
The moon a web of silence weaves
In the still garden where a child
Gathers the simple salad leaves.
Silently She's Combing
© James Joyce
Silently she's combing,
Combing her long hair
Silently and graciously,
With many a pretty air.
She Weeps over Rahoon
© James Joyce
Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,
Where my dark lover lies.
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,
At grey moonrise.
Snail Poem
© Peter Orlovsky
Make my grave shape of heart so like a flower be free aired
& handsome felt,
Grave root pillow, tung up from grave & wigle at
blown up clowd.
Second Poem
© Peter Orlovsky
Morning again, nothing has to be done,
maybe buy a piano or make fudge.
At least clean the room up for sure like my farther I've done flick
the ashes & butts over the bed side on the floor.
Sunrise Along Shore
© Lucy Maud Montgomery
Athwart the harbor lingers yet
The ashen gleam of breaking day,
And where the guardian cliffs are set
The noiseless shadows steal away;
Spring Song
© Lucy Maud Montgomery
Hark, I hear a robin calling!
List, the wind is from the south!
And the orchard-bloom is falling
Sweet as kisses on the mouth.
Song of the Sea-Wind
© Lucy Maud Montgomery
When the sun sets over the long blue wave
I spring from my couch of rest,
And I hurtle and boom over leagues of foam
That toss in the weltering west,
Shore Twilight
© Lucy Maud Montgomery
Lo, find we here when the ripe day is o'er
A kingdom of enchantment by the shore! Behold the sky with early stars ashine,
A jewelled flagon brimmed with purple wine. Like a dumb poet's soul the troubled sea
Moans of its joy and sorrow wordlessly; But the glad winds that utter naught of grief
September
© Lucy Maud Montgomery
Lo! a ripe sheaf of many golden days
Gleaned by the year in autumn's harvest ways,
With here and there, blood-tinted as an ember,
Some crimson poppy of a late delight
Sea Sunset
© Lucy Maud Montgomery
A gallant city has been builded far
In the pied heaven,
Bannered with crimson, sentinelled by star
Of crystal even;
Around a harbor of the twilight glowing,
With jubilant waves about its gateways flowing
Story Of Isaac
© Leonard Cohen
The door it opened slowly,
my father he came in,
I was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,
Sisters Of Mercy
© Leonard Cohen
Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go
on.
And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me
Suzanne
© Leonard Cohen
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
Syrinx
© Amy Clampitt
those last-chance vestiges
above the threshold, the all-
but dispossessed of breath.
Salvage
© Amy Clampitt
Daily the cortege of crumpled
defunct cars
goes by by the lasagna-
layered flatbed
truckload: hardtop
Satisfaction For Sufferings
© Robert Herrick
For all our works a recompence is sure;
'Tis sweet to think on what was hard t'endure
Safety On The Shore
© Robert Herrick
What though the sea be calm? Trust to the shore;
Ships have been drown'd, where late they danced before.
Soft Music
© Robert Herrick
The mellow touch of music most doth wound
The soul, when it doth rather sigh, than sound.
